The following is an excerpt from Punishing Miss Primrose, Part V. For more about the series, visit the Erotic Historicals website or search for the series at your favorite e-book retailer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Insufferable man, Beatrice Primrose huffed to herself. Perhaps it was she who ought to prefer the gout over that other affliction, one that she shared...
The BMW turned onto the 737 and headed southwest towards the sunset. Aaron turned up the heat in the seats and his passenger burrowed into his shoulder. They were heading to Lochwinnoch to spend New Year's Eve and day at his cottage just off the golf course. The cottage had been in the family for over 200 years. When the golf course had been constructed th...
It was a dark night. And the emotion clinging to the city matched the dreariness. The darkness had come many years ago in the form of the wandering monsters. Somehow a rift had opened leaving a gateway to untold horrors. Monsters never imagined now had a foothold in this world. This city was no different than the other four , except this was the only one tha...
Patti was at her desk when I arrived at the office for the last time. She was alone – the company had been liquidated and we had been retrenched. I was simply collecting a cheque for the closing balance of a cash trust account I had held as an employee. We had been retrenched two weeks ago and I was unemployed, as were most of my dozen or so colleagues. P...
A huge thank you is owed to everyone for their encouragement and advice. Another thank you goes out to my editor ghostdaddy27 for his assistance and catching my little whoopsies. And now, I welcome you all to the next piece in John's story. ***** John woke feeling a little better with his head resting on the table. Grimacing a little from a still neck,...
Copyright 2001 For your pleasure- please do not e-mail or reprint elsewhere without permission from the author. * Brother Thelonius crept through the village with his hood drawn up over his face. This night was one of the major celebrations for these godless heathens, and it would not be well for a man of God to be seen skulking about. The Bishop had requ...
CHAPTER ONE. THE DEMON AND THE DOOR. ALL IN THIS STORY ARE 18 OR OLDER. Elmensa awoke with a tremendous, delirious headache. Hands flew to her chest and she clutched the sheets in a sweat-soaked panic, momentarily forgetting where she was, who she was. There was nothing but darkness, slick and real and cloying, and for that single moment she was not prince...
Authors Note: Dear reader, thank you for your interest in my tales. My name is Fabian and I am from a different time and place. A porthole created by happenstance, magic and a well timed leap from peril has left a conduit to relay my words through. Goulgotha, the underworld is vast and encompasses my current town, New Penumbra. Once Europe dipped down into i...
He lay on top of the bed, reading. Just reading. He'd read for an hour, actually. Completely ignoring me. And he was looking so cute, with just his sweats on. He can't do that, I won't let him—be so cute and ignore me at the same time. I stomped out of the room. Nothing. No reaction. I went into the bathroom and drew a bath. Sometimes he would come in to pay...
Damian turned from the room which was still captivated with Fazila's caging. Turning his cold gaze on S., he felt an unfamiliar anticipation roiling in his gut but schooled his impassive face to remain calm. S., with Lydia, stood quietly and unobtrusively to the side of the third cross, ignoring the commotion in the outer room, talking quietly together. Lydi...